Caged

It’s a soft tissue cage , inside a bony cage . 

Dancehall is always open , one or more’s a crowd ,

When the whole place is thinking it gets crazy loud. 

 

Sometimes things move quite fast , they then tend to 

slow it down . There’s no getting out always a voice 

to be found . Always someone who wants to be the clown.

 

Relax and enjoy , the band plays on . If you get a bit lucky 

they might even play your song.

 

Give it up , you don’t get to go . Everyone  is required to

watch the show. It might feel better if you chose to take it slow.

 

Replace the rage , it’s worthless here .  Trade it in for whimsy 

or outright humor , they’re a nowhere to go. Might as well laugh

its a whacked out show:

 

 

 

 

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